Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(32)

“Why won’t they like him?”

“He’s just… unique. And special. And very opinionated. And I love it.” She fell back with her hands on her chest and laughed. “Promise me you’ll give him a chance.”

I’d give him a chance until I thought he was an asshole, and then I’d have zero tolerance for him. It’s the way I was, and she knew it. And if she was coming to me for backup, it wasn’t a good situation. My parents and Seb were far more tolerant of people than I was, so this didn’t make a whole lot of sense.

“I’ll try. How’s that?”

“It’s a start.” She leaned forward and kissed my cheek just as the knock on the door had us both turning away.

“Are you expecting company?” she asked as she pushed to her feet.

I knew who it was before I even opened the door. I’d always had a gift for predicting trouble before it came, so knowing Dylan Thomas was standing on the other side of the door was par for the course.

I pulled the door open, and she stormed past me. “Do you really think it’s your job to decide how I get home, you arrogant, pompous, narcissistic ass—” She stopped when she spotted Sabine standing behind me. “Oh. I see you’re entertaining. How convenient,” she hissed.

I straightened my face because the urge to laugh was strong. Why was seeing this woman all pissed off such a turn-on?

“Hey,” my sister said, looking between Dylan and me with a big smile on her face.

“Hello.” Dylan bumped me with her shoulder and stalked past me to get closer to Sabine. I closed the door and leaned my back against it, knowing I was going to enjoy the show. “I’m Dylan Thomas. And I just want to warn you about this one,” she said, flicking her thumb over her shoulder at me. “He’s domineering and bossy and pretentious as hell.”

“The list just keeps on growing. You got anything more?” I said dryly.

“Oh, yes. I hate to damper your evening, but did he tell you he has warts all over his penis?” And then she leaned forward and held her hands around her mouth and whispered loudly. “Apparently, he’s been dipping into the skank pond.”

Sabine’s head fell back in hysterical laughter, and I crossed my arms over my chest. “Thank you for telling my baby sister that I have warts on my penis. Congratulations. You’ve reached an all-time low.”

Dylan sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, and she winced. “Ohhhh. You must be the lovely Sabine?”

“The one and only,” my sister said, extending her arm. “Nice to meet you, Dylan.”

“Oh, I, um, well, your brother was on my nerves. I have no other excuse. I’m sure his penis is fine. I’ve never seen it personally. I’ve held it in my hand when I tried to squeeze the life out of his balls after he told a bartender that I had two vaginas, and it did seem impressive.”

Sabine took Dylan’s hand and led her to the couch as she continued to laugh her ass off at my expense. “I totally get it. Come sit. Wolfy, get your guest a glass of wine, please.”

“You want me to get her a glass of wine for insulting me? If you had been a woman I was dating, this wouldn’t have gone over very well.”

“Well, lucky for you, I’m not a woman you’re dating, and I want to meet the new chief legal for the Lions.”

“She doesn’t have the job yet,” I said dryly, even though that wasn’t true. I’d already told my father she’d be a good fit because she was damn good at her job, but she didn’t need to know that just yet. I made my way to the kitchen to get the little minx a cocktail. If I had some laxatives nearby, I would seriously consider dropping a few into her glass. I couldn’t believe my sister was being so friendly. Sabine always had my back. Now she was conversing with the enemy?

“My father said you have the job,” my sister whispered, loud enough for me to hear.

“For fuck’s sake, don’t tell her that. She’s already got a big head.” I handed her the glass of wine and sat down in the chair beside the couch.

“Takes one to know one.” Dylan took a sip of her wine and groaned, and it went straight to my dick, which pissed me off.

“Must you always make sound effects with everything you do?”

My sister raised a brow at me before studying me for a little too long. “Don’t be rude. So, tell me, Dylan, how was traveling with the broody Wayburn?”

“Well, he’s not big on conversation and small talk, and he pretty much ignored me the last half of our trip, but I still managed to have a great time.” Dylan plastered a fake smile on her face and glared at me.

What was she, five years old?

“Very mature. It’s hard to believe that I haven’t decided if you should get the job with this stellar behavior.”

“Oh, Wolfy. Don’t be so sensitive.”

My sister was enjoying the conversation as she continued to laugh. Dylan went on and on about how gorgeous the apartment was, so Sabine was putty in her hands.

“I like her. She holds her own with you,” Sabine said as she bumped her glass against Dylan’s in cheers.

“It’s great to see where your loyalty lies.”

“What can I say? I’m a girls’ girl.” Sabine chuckled. “Hey, Dylan. Why don’t you join us for Sunday dinner this weekend? You can ride over with Wolf. I’m bringing my new boyfriend to meet the family, so this would be a great distraction to have you join us, as well.”